It seemed that Legolas had walked a few miles before finally collapsing. He did not know or remember what had happened next, only that he awoke in a lit room with silk curtains and a big bed. He blinked and saw a figure standing at the door smiling at him.
"Rest… my beautiful… you are still weary…"
"What happened… who are you?" He said softly as he tried to sit up. His body felt numb, and he winced in pain as he remembered what had happened the previous night. It seemed that the thought of losing Aragorn had finally sank in and he stared in grief for a moment.
"You collapsed and one of my people found you lying there, you were brought to me over night."
"Thank you… I think." Legolas answered as he looked up. He watched as the firm faced man sat beside him.
"Thank goodness you are awake…I do not think I could have endure watching such a beauty die…"
"I'm flattered… but I must go." Legolas replied softly as he turned away.
"Go? Go where?"
"…" Legolas looked up, he realized that for the first time, he had nowhere to go. He paused and said nothing more. He supposed he could stay here a little while longer wherever here is.
"Now… what is your name?"
"… Galen…" He said as his mind turned. He did not wish to be "the sorcerer" anymore. Legolas lifted his head but groaned softly in pain as he felt his chest burn. He was too attached to his lover…
"… That is not an elven name and you certainly are the prettiest elf I have ever seen… But still…"
"I'm sorry I did not catch your name." Legolas asked weakly ignoring the comment.
"I am… steward of Gondor…" The man reply, "But you may refer to me as Boromir." Legolas raised an eyebrow and nodded. He turned over and sighed. If he were lucky he would drift off to sleep and never awaken.
It seemed that the morning after Beltane had hit every quite hard. Aragorn stared in horror as Arwen spoke quietly about what had happened the previous night. She was careful to leave out the part that her brother played in everything and Eomer's drunken moment.
"…How could… damn it!" Aragorn buried his face in his hands in distress. Of all nights of choosing to get drunk he had to pick that one. He looked up at Arwen apologetically; he seemed to have been hurting her a lot lately.
"… Go after him…" She insisted. Her eyes trailed with a sense of pain and hurt. But she knew she was better than that. Aragorn smiled weakly at her for a moment and embraced her. He then sprinted off into the halls. Arwen stood there in a rush of mixed emotions then left the room to confront her brothers.
"Why?" She said softly to Elrohir who was gazing at his sister with a sense of sympathy and love.
"…It was the best thing for both of them. They cannot be happy with each other."
"… They love each other… more than anything."
"… She's right." Elladan spoke up, he hardly ever took opposite sides with his brother but this time he had to. He had not known how to feel about everything that's happening but he had finally decided.
"… I admit… it hurt to see that beautiful elf so hurt…" Elrohir said after a period of silence. He had unfolded his arms and sat down. It seemed that he was beginning to regret his actions.
Legolas gazed at the beautiful view that was before him. The grass was evergreen and summer was definitely dancing upon these borders. He felt his breath being taken away as he stood upon the balcony.
"Good morning…" He felt an arm on his shoulder. He quickly wheeled around and then noticed his savior standing beside him. He smiled forcefully.
"I dare say you're even more gorgeous now that you're well and about…"
"… Thank you." Legolas said softly, he turned his eyes away and moved away.
"Come, I will give you a tour of the place if you'd like."
"… Thank you… that would nice."
They arrived in a flower patch and sat down. "It is said these flower possess special powers…"
"Is that so? What are they called?"
"They are called the Lover's Bane." The steward spoke, his eyes blazing, "… say that lovers who touch upon its poison will suffer its pain till they finally perish …"
"That is terrible…"
"Yes… but all beautiful things have their faults." With that the man moved closer to him till they were touching. Legolas moved away involuntarily and turned his face away. He felt his entire body tense up and his hands beginning to shake.
"… Is that so?" He replied trying his best to keep his voice calm.
"… Yes… now, surely you have someone back home waiting for you?"
"…. No…"
"No? That is a pity… no?" The hands were now up and down his arm. "Why not stay a while… you will like it here, I promise…"
"…I don't know…"Legolas said as he pushed away. He was trembling like he had never done before.
"… Well take your time…"
Legolas turned away as the man stood up and walked over toward the edge of the hills. He sat there still trembling, not knowing what to do or how to think.
Aragorn wandered aimlessly around realizing that he was far from where he started. His mind was swimming. How could he have done something so stupid and lost himself so? Never before had wine caused him to behave in such ways. By now he had stopped caring what the future was going to hold, he wanted only to hold his lover again and draw away from the world.
He saw then that he had come to a familiar city. It had been long since he had visited it, ever since the death of the former ruler.
Legolas had agreed to stay (although painfully). He decided that some company and comfort was all he needed. But little was he prepared for what was to come. He thought that he would learn to like this man if he tried hard enough.
Morning of June had arrived as he had now been here for a full months. He could not say he was happy but he had forgotten to be sad. It seemed that his mind and heart had grown empty and so had he.
"… Legolas?" Came a sudden and familiar voice.
He did not budge for that was not his name anymore; he had left that part of him behind. "Are you speaking to me?" He said as he calmly as he could.
"Legolas what are you talking about? It is I, Estel…" The voice spoke as he felt a gentle grip on his shoulder.
"I do not know anyone by that name." Legolas said coldly. He could feel his heart sinking as he felt the familiar grip removed from his body.
"It is you… it has to be."
"I see you two have met… Aragorn this is Galen." The voice of Boromir came in clearly. Legolas wiped the sadness from his expression and smiled.
"Galen…" Aragorn repeated, "Alright… it is nice to meet you."
To Legolas's dismay, Aragorn had agreed to stay a night or two. He was going to make his lover come back to him no matter what. That night Aragorn walked silently through the yard of the palace and saw a light on in an upstairs room. He approached it cautiously and saw the elven prince sitting upon his bed clinging to the locket that he had given him. He smiled in relief and satisfaction.
"Galen?" He said as he came into the room.
"What are you doing here? You are not supposed to be here."
"Tell me Galen… where did you get the locket?"
"From someone who I thought wanted to be with me. Now go!"
"… Legolas… stop it, what happened that night… it was not what you thought."
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"I know you still care about me, as I care about you."
"… I don't know what you're talking about! Now leave!" Legolas could feel his eyes beginning to water and the pain coming back to him.
"I love you! I don't care about anything else any more…"
"… Just please leave…"
"Fine," Aragorn spoke firmly, "If you will not take me back I have no business in this world." He drew the dagger from his belt and raised it toward his neck. He felt it being wrenched from his grasp and opened his eyes. He looked down at the elf that stood before him with tears down his cheeks.
"No…" Legolas whispered as he lay his head upon Aragorn's shoulder, "no." Aragorn stroked the silky golden hair for a few moments and then kissed his lover's brow softly. He wrapped his arms around the elven beauty and there they stayed in silence.
"Come… let us talk now in peace…" Aragorn said as he led the elven prince to the bed.
"… I don't want you to be lonely…" Legolas said amid his tears, "I know how much you love the joys of this world…" Aragorn shook his head and folded the gorgeous figure to his breast.
"I am not lonely… I will never be lonely with you…"
"You say that now… but you will." Legolas choked out as he pressed his cheek against the man's chest. He looked up with his sapphire eyes sparkling, "No, I won't leave you… I will go wherever you will…"
"I know you are not happy around so many people, and I understand. How's this? … Come on the road with me. I will show you that the world is beautiful and even the winter light can be warm." Aragorn said as he was touched by the elven prince's words.
"… Anything you want…" Legolas whispered. With that he felt his heart lightened considerably.
"Tell me… where did you go all those months?"
Legolas smiled and he spoke of him running into the old man. "…He pretty much convinced me that you would not hurt me intentionally… so with that I came back for you." He said as he felt himself blushing.
"Well, I'll be. Remind me to thank him." Aragorn grinned as he gave his lover another kiss.
Just then a figure was standing at the door, tapping his fingers on the frame.
"I'm sorry…" Aragorn said as he stood up with his arm still around Legolas, "We should have given you some warning." Legolas looked away embarrassed.
"I never meant to lie to you. I just… I was really hurt the night you found me and… I thought that I could leave my past behind. But I see now that I can't. Thank you so much for your kindness and hospitality…" The elven prince spoke as he lifted his eyes. Boromir stared in dislike and jealousy. They have been enjoying each other's company for nearly a month and he had not seen one shred of compassion that even compared to anything the elf had shown Aragorn.
"Yes… thank you. We will leave in the morning stop troubling you." Aragorn said as they made for the door.
"Not so fast." Boromir said as he lifted his sword. He held it before the door and his eyes were blazing with anger, "You think that this is some free ride that you can come any time you wish and leave just as easily? I think not. You are not leaving this room."
"We apologized already." Aragorn said as the smile slipped from his face, "Now be reasonable and let us pass." He had his other hand on his sword and was ready to draw it if he needed it.
"This is all my fault, I never meant for this to happen. I just…" Legolas could feel the tension that was surrounding him. He did not want any blood to shed, especially not over him.
"Least… you're not going anywhere."
Legolas felt himself wrenched from his lover's grasp and a grip so tight that it was painful. This was the last straw for Aragorn. He had been worrying and suffering endlessly for the past months and just when he thought he found what he was looking for something like this happens. He drew his sword without a second thought and next there was a brilliant clash of iron.
"Stop it!" Legolas cried as he felt himself being thrown to the ground. "No!" He cried as he saw the blade pierce his lover's shoulder. He quickly drew himself between the two men and wrapped his body around his lover's.
"I'm alright…" Aragorn was saying softly, his eyes were still focused on the broad shouldered man that stood before him.
"Not for long… My blade was poisoned…"
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Nothing against Boromir, but somebody's gotta be the bad guy.
Anyways review please